It’s A Matter Of Style
Sometimes I temporarily forget that 2.0 is here to stay. The other night I growled a bit about being back in my chastity device. There are times when it just feels so — necessary. At those times I like to recall it was my idea to be locked up. Mrs. Lion’s reply was,
“Too bad.”
She delivers statement like this in a soft, even tone. She’s equally mater-of-fact about punishing me. Yes, she’s a laid-back lioness most of the time, anyway. It’s always surprising to me that at times when I am yelping loudly, she calmly continues with her beating as though she was doing nothing more difficult than commenting on a post in Facebook.
In the past, I’ve interpreted her even tones with a lack of interest in what she is doing. You know, the same sort of tone affected when completing a chore. “Yes, dear, I’m doing the laundry.” The difference being that instead of laundry, beating my butt is the chore at hand. If we had a spanking machine, she would quietly set the intensity and duration and then go off to take care of her next task. Since we don’t have that particular kind of automation, she handles the manual task the same way.
She handles butt plugs, pegging, and edging me the same way. She quietly issues instructions and then goes to work. When she edges me, she isn’t exactly indifferent. She likes to make comments like,
“You were very close.” and “Aww, poor boy, you almost got to come.”
When she’s done with an edging session, she’ll smile sweetly and say,
“Too bad you didn’t make it.”
So sympathetic! Like she had nothing to do with my misfortune. 2.0 has a sense of humor, especially at my expense.
Moments like these reinforce my belief that she actually enjoys our power exchange. Since I am so demonstrative, try being laconic while being beaten with a mean paddle, her calm can be interpreted as disinterest. I’m guilty of making that interpretation.
Mrs. Lion is at a disadvantage; any top is. Delivering punishments, painful play, and penetration are skills, not necessarily emotional connections. I, on the other hand, as the bottom feel more emotionally dependent, especially when receiving painful play or punishment. This isn’t unusual. I experienced it many times when I was on the other end of the paddle.
This isn’t a problem that needs solving. It’s a combination of 2.0’s personality and the obvious difference in how what she does affects us. The better she gets at her skills, the gap grows wider. While she calmly paddles, I scream in pain. That means she’s doing a good job. The louder I get, the better she is doing.
2.0 prefers ironic humor to fake sympathy. I have to admit that I do too. It’s honest as are my yelps and screams. While what we do is consensual, I don’t really like role play. What we do is real. We both like it that way.
My Horny Valentine
As Lion said, we met online. It wasn’t love at first sight. Neither of us was looking for love. We wanted sex; plain and simple. Of course things rarely go the way we hope they will. Sometimes they’re better!
Eventually Lion and I stopped fooling ourselves and admitted we were in love. One day I woke up to the fact that I was fighting myself every time I had to leave him. It just felt so natural to stay with him. And, yes, by that time he’d shown me his “demented” perverted side. I knew what I was getting into to the extent that anyone knows what they’re getting into with any relationship. He had me bamboozled.
I think it’s great when you can’t imagine yourself without a person. It’s also very scary. One of us is going to leave the other unwillingly. To love someone so much is to have your heart ripped out when they’re gone. Is it worth it? I think so. Lion and I make a great team. We love to be together. We may drive each other crazy but we don’t fight often. I have never seen any couple that a) spends as much time together as we do, and b) can stand to be around each other as much as we are.
So on this special day I’d like to tell Lion a few things: There’s no way I’m leaving you voluntarily. I love you more than anything! We go together like peanut butter and jelly. (I had to throw in a cheesy greeting card sentiment.) And I may have Mr. Weenie locked up, but you have my heart locked up.
Happy Valentine’s Day!!!
[Lion — A long time ago, I was taught that love is very dangerous. It always ends with death or divorce. I understood the concept, but after finding Mrs. Lion I truly get it. The price of love is the pain of losing it. It’s a price I am happy to pay. Mrs. Lion, I love you more than anything.]
Happy Valentine’s Day
Today is Valentine’s Day. Mrs. Lion and I exchanged gifts last week. Neither of us is very good at holding on to a gift we want to give. Our gifts weren’t big. I gave Mrs. Lion a dog mug, a pad of sayings that that she can put on her desk at work, and one that’s really for me: A set of butt plugs with hearts on the end visible after insertion. I also gave her a heart-shaped wooden spoon that isn’t meant for cooking. She gave me a beautiful, framed saying: “How wonderful life is when you’re in the world.” I had one more gift for Mrs. Lion: a heart-shaped, wooden spoon. It’s not for cooking.
Admittedly, these are not your conventional Valentines gifts. But than we aren’t your average lions. Valentine’s Day is a good time to commemorate the incredibly lucky break that brought us to together.
Fifteen years ago, Mrs. Lion and I posted profiles to an online dating service. We were both looking for sex. Neither of our profiles said that. As it turned out, that was what were each looking to find.
I did a bunch of searches on the site. I set a 50 mile search radius. There were lots of women in the results. One picture was a closeup of a woman’s face. She had a smile that touched something deep inside me. I won’t say it was love, but I wanted to learn more about her. I sent her a note on the site. She answered. We corresponded a little. Then we talked on the phone. We admitted that our goal was to get laid. Cool! We had something important in common.
We arranged a first date at a motel about halfway between our homes. Romantic, huh? I saw, I came, and I wanted to see her again. Fortunately, she was agreeable. We saw one another at least once a week. The sex was great. It was some time before our dates didn’t start out with orgasms.
Cupid is a sneaky critter. While we were busy mating, he shot his little arrow into our hearts. We found it harder and harder to end our dates. I don’t think that either of us wanted to admit that we were in love. Both of us had recent, painful relationships. Diving into a new one was scary for me.
Gravity and love are irresistible forces. You can only ignore them so long before you fall. We fell. Mrs. Lion moved in with me. We lived together for two years before we married. It wasn’t that we were worried about staying together for life. It just didn’t seem important to go through the legalities.
I worried that unless we were married, we could have a problem with making decisions for each other in case of an emergency. Mrs. Lion agreed. So, we went to the tiny town hall of a nearby village. There, the town clerk performed a five-minute ceremony. We drove home and shared a Carvel ice cream cake. We agree that this was the perfect wedding.
That was fifteen years ago. We’re more in love now than we were then. I can’t imagine life without my lioness. Mrs. Lion, thank you for being the love of my life!
Anything Can Be a Toy
Lion can’t seem to catch a break. I allowed him to pick from the Box O’Fun last night and he wound up with clothes pins. I swear there are other things in there. Honest!
This time they were only regular clothes pins so it wasn’t so bad. I didn’t count how many I got on him but he was sufficiently covered. Clothes pins stuck out from his balls like pins in a pin cushion. Some of them were attached to more sensitive areas than others. I suspect individual clothes pins hurt more than others anyway. I doubt there’s much quality control in the clothes pin business. They only have to hold clothes on a clothes line, after all. As long as the wood isn’t split and there’s a spring in there, we’re good to go.
Of course, if you look at things through Lion’s eyes, almost anything can be used as a toy. The most innocent looking thing has probably been used to torture someone along the way. I wonder how shocking it is to an inventor when they realize their product has been bastardized by kinky people around the world. I would assume after the initial shock wears off they’re happy with more sales. Perhaps they’re even the one who realizes can have ulterior uses.
Maybe the Velcro guy discovered those little teeth hurt like hell when they scratch the skin. Then he may have had a eureka moment and brought some to his monthly meeting of the kinky club. Trust me. Stranger things have happened. And Lion has usually had it happen to him.
I’m thinking of taking tonight off. Lion had an orgasm last night. It’s not a Box O’Fun night. We can just relax, snuggle and watch TV. Sounds like a good night to me.
